Hi, my name is Rohan Sharma, and this is my true confession about what happened during the 2020 Covid lockdown. I was 24 then, working from home for an IT company after finishing my engineering. We live in a modest 2BHK flat in Andheri, Mumbai – me, my parents, and my younger sister Priya. Priya is 22, doing her final year MBA online because of the lockdown. Our parents got stuck in Pune at relatives’ place when the sudden lockdown hit in March – flights cancelled, trains stopped, no way back for months.
So it was just me and Priya, alone in the flat for weeks that turned into months. At first it was normal – cooking together, watching Netflix, playing cards. But Priya… yaar, she’s always been gorgeous. Fair skin, long wavy black hair till waist, big doe-like eyes, pouty lips. And her body – 34D boobs always bouncing under tight tops, slim waist, curvy hips, and a round juicy gaand that looked killer in leggings or shorts she started wearing at home. Before lockdown she dressed conservatively for college, but now at home, it was tank tops, shorts, sometimes just oversized t-shirt with no bra. I tried not to stare, but impossible.
I’m 5’11”, gym-fit from pre-lockdown days, decent looks. Priya and I were close siblings – teasing, fighting playfully – but never anything weird. But being alone 24/7, no privacy, sharing bathroom, one AC in living room where we both slept on sofa-cum-bed sometimes when it got too hot… tension started building.
Small things first. Mornings, she’d come out of bathroom after shower in just towel, hair wet, saying “Bhai, towel gir gaya” or something, bending to pick clothes, towel riding up showing thighs. I’d get instant hard-on, have to hide under blanket. She’d notice my stare, smile shyly, but linger a second longer.
Kitchen incidents – narrow space, brushing past each other, her soft boobs pressing against my back accidentally. “Sorry bhai…” but her voice breathy. Or when cooking, she’d reach high shelf, t-shirt riding up showing flat tummy, panty line. I’d stand behind “helping”, my crotch brushing her ass. She’d freeze, then push back slightly. My lund throbbing.
Nights were torture. Power cuts common in summer, fan stops, sweating in heat. We’d lie on living room floor mat, close because small space. She in thin nightie, me in boxers. Her leg over mine “by mistake”, soft thigh on my skin. I could smell her body – faint deodorant mixed with womanly sweat. My cock hard, poking her side sometimes. She’d shift but not away, breathing faster.
We started talking deeper at night – about relationships. She confessed no boyfriend yet, “College mein ladke bore karte hain.” I said same, no serious girlfriend. Then flirty – “Bhai, tu itna handsome hai, kitni ladkiyan line mein hongi.” I’d tease back “Tu bhi toh item hai Priya, figure dekh ke ladke pagal ho jaate honge.”
One night, watching web series with bold scenes, we got awkward. On-screen couple kissing intensely. Priya shifted closer, head on my shoulder. “Bhai… aisa feel hota hoga real mein?” I laughed nervously “Haan shayad.” Silence, then her hand on my thigh casually. My heart racing.
Days passed, teasing escalated. She’d wear low-neck tops, bending forward serving food, deep cleavage on display, pink bra peeking. I’d “accidentally” touch her waist pulling her aside. She started sitting on my lap during laptop work “screen better dekhne ke liye”, wiggling ass on my hardening lund. “Priya… baith mat aise.” “Kyun bhai, problem kya hai?” innocent smile but eyes naughty.
I felt guilt – she’s my behen – but lust overpowering. Nights I’d jerk off in bathroom thinking of her, imagining her boobs, her chut. Once she almost caught me – knocked door “Bhai jaldi, mujhe bhi nahana hai.”
The breaking point came one rainy July night. Heavy downpour, power cut from evening. Hot, humid, sweating buckets. We lit candles, ate cold dinner, then lay on floor mat in living room. Priya in white cotton shorts and pink tank top – no bra, nipples poking through fabric clearly. Me in vest and boxers.
Lying side by side, talking in whispers. Rain pounding roof. She complained “Bhai… bahut garmi hai, neend nahi aa rahi.”
I said “Haan, pasina aa raha hai.” Fan not working.
She turned towards me “Bhai… hug kar ke sona? Jaise bacchpan mein.”
I hesitated but agreed. She scooted closer, arm over my chest, leg over mine. Her soft boobs pressing my side, nipple hard against me. I could feel her warm breath on neck. My cock stirring instantly.
We stayed like that. Her hand moving slowly on my chest. “Bhai… tera body kitna hard hai gym se.”
I groaned softly. Hand on her bare waist – skin silky smooth, little sweat. “Priya… tu bhi soft hai bahut.”
She looked up, eyes shining in candlelight. “Bhai… hum sirf hug hi kar rahe hain na? Galat nahi hai?”
I couldn’t control. “Priya… I want more than hug.”
Silence, then she whispered “Mujhe bhi… lockdown se pagal ho gayi hoon.”
That was it. I turned, kissed her lips softly first. She froze, then kissed back hungrily. Tongues met, tasting sweet. Hands roaming.
I cupped her breast over tank top – full, heavy, nipple rock hard. Squeezed gently. She moaned into mouth “Mmm… bhai…”
Pulled her top up slowly. She raised arms, top off. Her big choochiyan bare – perfect round, pinkish-brown areolas, thick nipples erect. I stared “Priya… tere boobs kitne perfect hain.”
Lowered mouth, sucked one nipple hard. Tongue swirling. She arched “Ahhh… bhai choos… zor se… sss aaah!”
Alternated breasts, biting lightly, hands kneading soft flesh. Her skin tasted salty-sweet from sweat. Nipples swollen bigger under my tongue.
She reached down, hand inside my boxers, wrapped around my throbbing 7-inch lund. “Bhai… tera itna mota aur lamba… garam hai.”
Stroked slowly, pre-cum wetting her palm. I groaned, thrusting into her hand.
I pulled her shorts down – no panty underneath. Her chut smooth shaved (lockdown waxing?), pink lips already glistening. Strong musky aroma of arousal.
Spread her legs, fingers rubbing slit. So wet, slippery. “Priya… teri chut kitni geeli ho gayi mere liye.”
She blushed “Bhai… sharma rahi hoon… lekin touch kar na.”
I fingered slowly – one finger inside tight hot hole, then two. She bucked “Ahh… bhai finger fuck kar… haan aise!”
Curled fingers hitting G-spot. Thumb on clit. She came fast – body shaking, juices flowing “Ohhh bhai… aa gayi main!”
I couldn’t wait. Removed boxers, lund springing out veiny, tip shining pre-cum. She stared hungrily “Bhai… daal na andar.”
I rubbed tip on her wet lips, teasing. “Priya… sure? Hum bhai-behen hain…”
She pulled me closer “Haan bhai… chod mujhe… behen bana apni randi aaj.”
I pushed in slowly. Her chut incredibly tight, virgin-like, walls gripping every inch. Halfway she gasped “Dheere bhai… dard ho raha… but achha lag raha.”
Waited, kissed her, then full thrust. Buried deep. We both moaned loud.
Started slow strokes. Her boobs jiggling, nipples brushing my chest. Room filled with wet sounds, her moans “Ahh… ahh… bhai chod… haan zor se!”
Increased speed. Pounding harder. She wrapped legs around me, nails digging back “Fuck kar bhai… apni behen ki chut phaad de!”
First orgasm hit her – chut spasming, milking my lund “Bhai… aa rahi hoon… hold mat!”
I kept thrusting through it. Felt my balls tighten “Priya… andar daalun?”
“Haan bhai… creampie de… bhar de behen ki chut apne veerya se!”
I exploded deep – thick ropes shooting inside her womb. Body shuddering.
We stayed joined, kissing softly. But lust not over. She pushed me on back “Ab meri baari bhai.”
Climbed on top, guided lund inside again. Started riding slow, then fast. Boobs bouncing wildly in my face. I sucked them while she ground “Ahh… bhai tera lund andar kitna deep ja raha…”
She rode like pro, hips circling, chut squeezing. Second orgasm – screaming “Bhai… again aa gayi!”
I grabbed her juicy gaand, squeezed cheeks, helped bounce harder.
Then doggy – her favourite position she whispered. On all fours, round ass up, chut dripping our cum. I entered from behind – deeper angle. Balls slapping her clit.
“Thap thap thap” echoing with rain. I slapped ass lightly – red marks on fair skin. She loved “Haan bhai maar… zor se thok!”
Pounded mercilessly. Hair pulling gently. She pushed back greedily “Chod bhai… behen ko pregnant kar de!”
Final climax – I filled her again, second creampie overflowing down thighs.
We collapsed, bodies slick with sweat, cum, juices. Candles flickering low.
She cuddled “Bhai… ye galat tha but best feeling ever. Lockdown mein yahi sukh mila.”
I kissed forehead “Priya… ab se daily karenge jab tak parents nahi aate.”
And we did – every night, mornings, even quickies in kitchen. Missionary, 69 (she loved sucking my lund, deepthroat gagging), anal once (tight virgin ass), everywhere in flat. Taboo thrill made it hotter – calling each other bhai/behen during sex.
Even after lockdown eased, parents back, we stole moments – bathroom, when alone. Our secret sibling affair continues whenever possible.
Thinking of Priya’s body still makes me hard. Best lockdown ever.
So it was just me and Priya, alone in the flat for weeks that turned into months. At first it was normal – cooking together, watching Netflix, playing cards. But Priya… yaar, she’s always been gorgeous. Fair skin, long wavy black hair till waist, big doe-like eyes, pouty lips. And her body – 34D boobs always bouncing under tight tops, slim waist, curvy hips, and a round juicy gaand that looked killer in leggings or shorts she started wearing at home. Before lockdown she dressed conservatively for college, but now at home, it was tank tops, shorts, sometimes just oversized t-shirt with no bra. I tried not to stare, but impossible.
I’m 5’11”, gym-fit from pre-lockdown days, decent looks. Priya and I were close siblings – teasing, fighting playfully – but never anything weird. But being alone 24/7, no privacy, sharing bathroom, one AC in living room where we both slept on sofa-cum-bed sometimes when it got too hot… tension started building.
Small things first. Mornings, she’d come out of bathroom after shower in just towel, hair wet, saying “Bhai, towel gir gaya” or something, bending to pick clothes, towel riding up showing thighs. I’d get instant hard-on, have to hide under blanket. She’d notice my stare, smile shyly, but linger a second longer.
Kitchen incidents – narrow space, brushing past each other, her soft boobs pressing against my back accidentally. “Sorry bhai…” but her voice breathy. Or when cooking, she’d reach high shelf, t-shirt riding up showing flat tummy, panty line. I’d stand behind “helping”, my crotch brushing her ass. She’d freeze, then push back slightly. My lund throbbing.
Nights were torture. Power cuts common in summer, fan stops, sweating in heat. We’d lie on living room floor mat, close because small space. She in thin nightie, me in boxers. Her leg over mine “by mistake”, soft thigh on my skin. I could smell her body – faint deodorant mixed with womanly sweat. My cock hard, poking her side sometimes. She’d shift but not away, breathing faster.
We started talking deeper at night – about relationships. She confessed no boyfriend yet, “College mein ladke bore karte hain.” I said same, no serious girlfriend. Then flirty – “Bhai, tu itna handsome hai, kitni ladkiyan line mein hongi.” I’d tease back “Tu bhi toh item hai Priya, figure dekh ke ladke pagal ho jaate honge.”
One night, watching web series with bold scenes, we got awkward. On-screen couple kissing intensely. Priya shifted closer, head on my shoulder. “Bhai… aisa feel hota hoga real mein?” I laughed nervously “Haan shayad.” Silence, then her hand on my thigh casually. My heart racing.
Days passed, teasing escalated. She’d wear low-neck tops, bending forward serving food, deep cleavage on display, pink bra peeking. I’d “accidentally” touch her waist pulling her aside. She started sitting on my lap during laptop work “screen better dekhne ke liye”, wiggling ass on my hardening lund. “Priya… baith mat aise.” “Kyun bhai, problem kya hai?” innocent smile but eyes naughty.
I felt guilt – she’s my behen – but lust overpowering. Nights I’d jerk off in bathroom thinking of her, imagining her boobs, her chut. Once she almost caught me – knocked door “Bhai jaldi, mujhe bhi nahana hai.”
The breaking point came one rainy July night. Heavy downpour, power cut from evening. Hot, humid, sweating buckets. We lit candles, ate cold dinner, then lay on floor mat in living room. Priya in white cotton shorts and pink tank top – no bra, nipples poking through fabric clearly. Me in vest and boxers.
Lying side by side, talking in whispers. Rain pounding roof. She complained “Bhai… bahut garmi hai, neend nahi aa rahi.”
I said “Haan, pasina aa raha hai.” Fan not working.
She turned towards me “Bhai… hug kar ke sona? Jaise bacchpan mein.”
I hesitated but agreed. She scooted closer, arm over my chest, leg over mine. Her soft boobs pressing my side, nipple hard against me. I could feel her warm breath on neck. My cock stirring instantly.
We stayed like that. Her hand moving slowly on my chest. “Bhai… tera body kitna hard hai gym se.”
I groaned softly. Hand on her bare waist – skin silky smooth, little sweat. “Priya… tu bhi soft hai bahut.”
She looked up, eyes shining in candlelight. “Bhai… hum sirf hug hi kar rahe hain na? Galat nahi hai?”
I couldn’t control. “Priya… I want more than hug.”
Silence, then she whispered “Mujhe bhi… lockdown se pagal ho gayi hoon.”
That was it. I turned, kissed her lips softly first. She froze, then kissed back hungrily. Tongues met, tasting sweet. Hands roaming.
I cupped her breast over tank top – full, heavy, nipple rock hard. Squeezed gently. She moaned into mouth “Mmm… bhai…”
Pulled her top up slowly. She raised arms, top off. Her big choochiyan bare – perfect round, pinkish-brown areolas, thick nipples erect. I stared “Priya… tere boobs kitne perfect hain.”
Lowered mouth, sucked one nipple hard. Tongue swirling. She arched “Ahhh… bhai choos… zor se… sss aaah!”
Alternated breasts, biting lightly, hands kneading soft flesh. Her skin tasted salty-sweet from sweat. Nipples swollen bigger under my tongue.
She reached down, hand inside my boxers, wrapped around my throbbing 7-inch lund. “Bhai… tera itna mota aur lamba… garam hai.”
Stroked slowly, pre-cum wetting her palm. I groaned, thrusting into her hand.
I pulled her shorts down – no panty underneath. Her chut smooth shaved (lockdown waxing?), pink lips already glistening. Strong musky aroma of arousal.
Spread her legs, fingers rubbing slit. So wet, slippery. “Priya… teri chut kitni geeli ho gayi mere liye.”
She blushed “Bhai… sharma rahi hoon… lekin touch kar na.”
I fingered slowly – one finger inside tight hot hole, then two. She bucked “Ahh… bhai finger fuck kar… haan aise!”
Curled fingers hitting G-spot. Thumb on clit. She came fast – body shaking, juices flowing “Ohhh bhai… aa gayi main!”
I couldn’t wait. Removed boxers, lund springing out veiny, tip shining pre-cum. She stared hungrily “Bhai… daal na andar.”
I rubbed tip on her wet lips, teasing. “Priya… sure? Hum bhai-behen hain…”
She pulled me closer “Haan bhai… chod mujhe… behen bana apni randi aaj.”
I pushed in slowly. Her chut incredibly tight, virgin-like, walls gripping every inch. Halfway she gasped “Dheere bhai… dard ho raha… but achha lag raha.”
Waited, kissed her, then full thrust. Buried deep. We both moaned loud.
Started slow strokes. Her boobs jiggling, nipples brushing my chest. Room filled with wet sounds, her moans “Ahh… ahh… bhai chod… haan zor se!”
Increased speed. Pounding harder. She wrapped legs around me, nails digging back “Fuck kar bhai… apni behen ki chut phaad de!”
First orgasm hit her – chut spasming, milking my lund “Bhai… aa rahi hoon… hold mat!”
I kept thrusting through it. Felt my balls tighten “Priya… andar daalun?”
“Haan bhai… creampie de… bhar de behen ki chut apne veerya se!”
I exploded deep – thick ropes shooting inside her womb. Body shuddering.
We stayed joined, kissing softly. But lust not over. She pushed me on back “Ab meri baari bhai.”
Climbed on top, guided lund inside again. Started riding slow, then fast. Boobs bouncing wildly in my face. I sucked them while she ground “Ahh… bhai tera lund andar kitna deep ja raha…”
She rode like pro, hips circling, chut squeezing. Second orgasm – screaming “Bhai… again aa gayi!”
I grabbed her juicy gaand, squeezed cheeks, helped bounce harder.
Then doggy – her favourite position she whispered. On all fours, round ass up, chut dripping our cum. I entered from behind – deeper angle. Balls slapping her clit.
“Thap thap thap” echoing with rain. I slapped ass lightly – red marks on fair skin. She loved “Haan bhai maar… zor se thok!”
Pounded mercilessly. Hair pulling gently. She pushed back greedily “Chod bhai… behen ko pregnant kar de!”
Final climax – I filled her again, second creampie overflowing down thighs.
We collapsed, bodies slick with sweat, cum, juices. Candles flickering low.
She cuddled “Bhai… ye galat tha but best feeling ever. Lockdown mein yahi sukh mila.”
I kissed forehead “Priya… ab se daily karenge jab tak parents nahi aate.”
And we did – every night, mornings, even quickies in kitchen. Missionary, 69 (she loved sucking my lund, deepthroat gagging), anal once (tight virgin ass), everywhere in flat. Taboo thrill made it hotter – calling each other bhai/behen during sex.
Even after lockdown eased, parents back, we stole moments – bathroom, when alone. Our secret sibling affair continues whenever possible.
Thinking of Priya’s body still makes me hard. Best lockdown ever.